The Trip
by Nick E.

My Dad is a trip, an off your rocker maniac. I think that sometimes he has ants in his pants. Sometimes he comes home from work and says: "I hear that the fishing is really good at Clear Lake.” So we go off to the lake to fish, and come back at eleven o’clock. Sometimes at school I feel like a fish out of water at school because I don’t go to school that much. Today I came home happy because it was Friday and I just a got my new Xbox 360 on Thursday. My friends were coming over tonight; then we would play together 'til Sunday night. My dad had different ideas for the weekend. The next day I found my self at Mount Hood snowboarding. I guess I bit off more than I could chew because I found myself snowboarding  down a black diamond all by myself down going like 40 m.p.h. All of a sudden I saw rock cliff straight in front of me, and I thought that I was a dead duck. But then I quickly turned and made it by the skin of my teeth. After that I was extremely scared so I stopped on the side of the trail. Two teenagers stopped and asked if I was ok. When I got down the hill I decided that I should check what I’m trying to I bit off. My Dad was as mad as a wet hen about what I did, so I just hung out like a lazy dog at the lodge. I am now enjoying seventh heaven in my warm and fuzzy house.